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I barely know anything about vampires, even after I got turned into one. Yeah, I know. That makes me sound like a walking stereotype. At least it didn’t happen in High School or before I quit my job at Cranston PD to hang out my own shingle as a PI. But now everything’s different in new and special ways. In other words, it sucks.
Pizza and beer are right out of my diet plan. So are long walks on the beach at sunrise. I can’t tell anyone I’m a vamp, so it gives me no extra cool factor with friends or game in the dating department, either. Which is bad enough anyway for a twenty-seven-year-old dude like me.
Sunday dinner with the folks isn’t the same as it used to be, either. And that’s where I am, in my parent’s downstairs bathroom glaring at an empty mirror while I try to figure out a fourth excuse about why I’m not at Mass every Sunday morning. Forgive me, Father for I have been vamped. It’s been a whole month since my last confession because I can’t set foot inside Church. I used to be an altar boy, too.
“Tino?” Dad’s knocking at the door. I’ve got to answer him. He’s my father and we’re Italian Catholics. Honoring our parents is just what we do. It’s the same way for my best friend, Maury even though he’s Jewish.
“Yeah, okay.” I run the water and rinse my hands so Dad doesn’t get grossed out. It’s not like I need to because I don’t actually use the john anymore. All the blood we drink goes to fuel spiffy vampiric powers I haven’t learned yet.